Chip
The Game Lyrics

These niggas wanna see me 'cause of the way I shine But it ain't that easy To get mine You get ya ass laid down
People envy me for my success and try to take what's mine, but they pay a heavy price when they mess with me.

Down, The paint is peelin' Now, When the chips are down Down, You gotta lose all feelin Now, Your head goes round n' round
When faced with tough times, it's easy to lose your mind and focus. You have to stay strong and persevere no matter what.

Funny how the world revolves around my click 'cause just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit (damn) Me and my right hand share the same outfit Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo) It's amazing the way that boy came out quick For that platinum niggas'll blows ya brains out, shit (bap) I'm the new nigga the others can't stand The rubber band man be god damned if I can (oh) Let another nigga fill my spot If a niggas steal from me it's the steel I pop I'm on my grind so if you thought I chill, I'm not Gon' stop lettin' that steering peel on the block, why not?
I'm successful now and everyone wants to be part of my crew, but I remember a time when I was nothing. My closest friend and I are so in sync we dress alike, and that gives me the confidence to keep pushing forward. People will do anything for fame and money, even kill. I'm the newest star on the scene, and other rappers are envious of me, but I'm not going to let anyone take my place. I'm always working hard and ready to defend myself.

Banks they think I'm yayos replacement, nah I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001 I was playin' my PlayStation I heard 9 shots , I'm face down with my heart pacing All I could think about as hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up out of that coma Police waitin' for a statement, (heart monitor beeps to flat line)
People used to think I was going to replace another rapper in my crew, but that's not true. I borrowed clothes from him to fit into the industry better. I signed with a big name in the music industry but not having patience, I quickly moved to 50 Cent's label, which resulted in a change in my image. I almost died in a shooting that was similar to what happened to Suge Knight. I was playing a video game when I heard gunshots and ended up getting shot. I had to hide my illegal items to avoid getting arrested. Eventually, I woke up from a coma to face the police and talk to them about what happened.

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone Papa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cell phone A year past now, caw dead and L gone And I'm sick, bought chopper with a long click So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick) Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him (uh uh) Cause I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride) Every strip, block, and projects is on my side I'm ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms) Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo), broke nigga
I like to smoke weed and relax, as my father wasn't around to guide me in the world. But I've made it on my own and now I have rich friends calling me on my phone. I've faced a lot of losses, including the deaths of my friends. I've become so sick of it all that I've purchased a gun with a long clip. Before you make disrespectful music, think about the consequences. I'm not to be mistaken for anyone else, as I'll fight to the finish. If I die, I want to be remembered as a proud gangster who had support from the whole neighborhood, as evidenced by my expensive jewelry.